Liberation of self cerotion
a cold war of psychology
to combat our will to be
i just whish to suffer in peace
but pestilence wont set me free
torment distills this peace
a short eternity dictated by the obese
seeds of plagues for mothers graves
her children buried within
a blackened grin of hopeless sins
bears its mark the consumer brings
suffering upon its self
yet to blind to feel its presence
a government claim to immunity
elections held in purgatory
a muted communion of hopelessness dispels our lives unto
nothingness